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because the wind is high it blows my mind..."
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Solamente una vez - Ely Guerra, Natalia Lafourcade & Lo Blondo
This song, I miss my grandpa.
Te extraño más que nunca y no sé qué hacer. Despierto y te recuerdo al amanecer. Me espera otro día por vivir sin tí. El espejo no miente, me veo tan diferente. Me haces falta tú. La gente pasa y pasa siempre tan igual. El ritmo de la vida me parece mal. Era tan diferente cuando estabas tú, sí que era diferente cuando estabas tú. No hay nada más difícil que vivir sin tí. Sufriendo en la espera de verte llegar. El frío de mi cuerpo preguntá por tí, y no sé donde estás. Si no te hubieras ido sería tan feliz. La gente pasa y pasa siempre tan igual. El ritmo de la vida me parece mal. Era tan diferente cuando estabas tú, sí que era diferente cuando estabas tú.
It saddens me to know that freedom of speech doesn’t exist in my country anymore, la libertad de expresion is something that you have to think twice about —- if I say what’s on my mind, what would the consequences be? —-
Hoy en la Universidad Iberoamericana fuimos testigos de lo que realmente pasa con la democracia de nuestro país. El candidato presidencial con más “oportunidad” de ganar las elecciones el próximo primero de julio se presentó a dialogar con los alumnos.
En la carrera de comunicación desde hace…
Well, I’m, uh… I’m glad I ran into you. I’m glad we saw each other after all this time. I’ve imagined it so often, you know? Tomorrow I’ll wonder if it even happened at all. I’m glad I ran into you! Somehow I feel so much lonelier than before. I, uh… well, I used to think I could call you. Go have lunch. Get married. As simple as that. The promise of all those high school physics film strips fulfilled. A little spill milk leaps back into pitchers. Broken tea cups miraculously reassemble. Time really can — you know, time really can move in two directions. Time really can move in two directions. It doesn’t matter to the universe anyway. Which is to say… which is to say… I don’t know. Which is to say that I… I thought everything could still turn out. Now everything seems so much… more definite. It seems so much more real. It seems so much more final. A little milk, once spilled, cannot unspill. And a broken tea cup is always a broken tea cup. You know, it’s funny, ‘cause everyone thinks that they shouldn’t mention you to me. But the omission… the omission only makes it worse. I’d like to hear about you sometimes. I love you. For better or worse, you can take that on your travels.”
“Were you saying something? ‘Cause, um, I couldn’t hear over the shower”
“Nothing important.”
Maybe I am beginning to not care,
If I travel or not
If I win awards
or get published.
Maybe I am beginning to not care about semantics, semiotics and symbolism.
Maybe I am beginning to grow bored by attention and always trying to be right.
Maybe the fight’s not in me anymore.
Maybe I am beginning to not care about knowing everything as it becomes something
Before anyone knows it’s anything.
Maybe I am beginning to wonder if any of this is making any difference, or if I am just going around in circles.
Or maybe, just maybe, I am beginning to see the light.
#ThingsThatCanAlwaysMakeMeHappy Watching this movie. Every time.
While growing up there comes a time when we look at our life and it becomes so simple, we stop trying to look for answers, like, reading and finding the meaning of the lines on the palm of our hands. We even start re-reading our favorite books, re-watching our favorite movies, we listen to the songs we used to when we were younger. Sometimes we’ll even start writing again…
But the good thing about it is that, it doesn’t happen once or twice in our lives, it happens several times. That’s my problem. We can always fall in love again.
They say I need to go to church.
